COME LIVE WITH ME AND BE MY ….COOK

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A poem by a man who knows what side his bread is buttered, that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and lots of other epithets of a similar kind.

My darling I love your sparkling blue eyes,
Your soft rounded hips and your slender white thighs,
But above all the rest I adore your mincepies.

I love you my dearest, oh say you’ll be mine.
Your hands are so soft and your pastry so fine
Your fresh-baked mincepies are quite simply..divine!

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